𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍. often, during this, they are both covered in soil. one erratic & exhausted from effort, the other well rested from deep sleep. the eternal mourner & the body buried within rooted tomb. perpetual life & consistent death. the age old cycle etched into the balance of existence. 𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙰 ( always moving, always churning, crashing against anything it comes in contact with ). 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷 ( still, solid, growing around rot until it blends into the soil ). 𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙺𝚈 ( endless, unknown, its breath the very thing the world must inhale to survive ). 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 ( burning, blazing, spreading until snuffed but allowing fresh growth from its path ). waves water the ground. the breeze will fan flames. this meeting is as preordained as the world's turning.

༄.° THE DARKNESS SEEMED TO BREATHE. ( accepting! )

❝    Shit.    Fuck.    ❞  There’s  still  adrenaline  coursing  through  his  body.    Mostly  out  of  shift  now,    he’s  got  enough  wherewithal  to  understand  he’s  possibly  just  injured  someone,    but  the  chemicals  in  his  brain  are  making  him  hazy.    There’s  something  soft  around  the  edges  of  his  vision,    a  film  that  will  make  some  parts  of  this  moment  slip  out  of  his  grasp  when  he  tries  to  recall  it  later.    They’re  deep  in  the  woods  somewhere,    that  much  is  obvious.    Michael  can  smell  wet  dirt,    rotted  roots,    a  wildfire  freshly  put  out,    and  something  else  that’s  ancient  and  unwilling  to  be  found.    But  maybe  he’s  just  found  them.    The  person  pushing  themself  to  their  feet  in  the  mud  looks  intact;    Michael  lifts  his  hands  guiltily  anyway.    ❝    Sorry.    I’m–  Sorry.    Are  you  good?    I  didn’t–  Didn’t  see  you,    I  guess.    ❞  That  doesn’t  feel  right.    The  scent  is  all  wrong  now  and  Michael  squints  up  at  the  canopy  as  if  to  make  sense  of  the  position  of  the  stars,    if they'd give him some insight.    Now  there’s  something  bloody  in  the  air;    he  snaps  his  attention  back  around  to  look  at  @slysinn.    ❝    Are  you  hurt?    God,    I  ran  into  you  hard.    I’m  so  fucking  sorry.    ❞